A chilling wind whips through the hollow. Winter's bite grips your
spine. The very air you breath stings. Snow swirls all around you, yet,
the trees... the trees are motionless in the gale, unaffected by the
cold, biting winds.

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The Saucerer

A rare branch of the arcane masters, encountered only among the deepest hill folk or ramshackle cabins, the Saucerer takes his power directly from the consumption of cheap liquor. Only the strongest, rankest, most nauseating of homebrewed alcohol will do, where it is instantly converted into mana available to the caster. Without a minimum level of inebriation, the Saucerer will be unable to cast any spells, as focus inhibits his spellcasting abilities.